The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. I sha’n’t care a rap if we can never marry. But she could see that Diane watched her more closely now, and in a cat-like way. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. She felt that she was not alone. She put out her hands to avoid his embrace.
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